BUGGING THE NEIGHBORS
Today, in a rare turn of events, it is MINW's turn in the Idiot spotlight.
It was Friday night, and we were just sitting down for dinner, when, like clockwork, the doorbell rings. And neither MIN nor MINW are ones for ringing the doorbell just once. Oh no. The button just begs to be jabbed half a dozen times in quick succession when they want our attention. It's charming.
My husband goes to the door, opening it to a hysterical MINW, whose husband, MIN, is away for the weekend. "I NEED YOU TO COME OVER RIGHT NOW" she huffs out, the panic unmistakable in her voice. I freeze, thinking something terrible must have happened with the new baby, and my husband runs out the door. Meanwhile, MINW, red, crying and shaking, explains the emergency: "There's a cockroach in my apartment."
My husband backs up into our apartment to grab a shoe (because he's much nicer than me -- this is where I would have backed up into our apartment ... to slam the door in MINW's face). Then MINW shrieks something about how he can't kill the roach, not in her apartment. Because when you come to your neighbor's house declaring an "emergency" that turns out to be a fucking bug, you should definitely be picky about what form that help takes. So my husband (again, nicer than I am) rummages around to find something he can rig up to capture and then free the roach. MINW, meanwhile, waits in our doorway, whining about how she keeps her apartment clean and how could this happen and why, etc. All while her baby is left alone inside her place, at the mercy of the cockroach, I guess.
My husband goes over there and gives it the old college try, but the cockroach skitters off, defiantly refusing to be captured. My husband, even his infinite-seeming good nature having run out, shrugs and leaves, with a pointed reminder to MINW that we had early morning plans the next day, so any other "emergencies" brought to our door would be severely frowned upon. Thankfully, she apparently suffered the rest of her ordeal -- because a cockroach in one's home is such an ordeal -- in silence. The next day, she went parasailing.
I don't even try to understand anymore.